Say It's Forever (Redemption Hills #2)(78)

Her aura everywhere. Toasted coconut and sultry sin and a little bit of me.

That set me off, too.

“You mine, darlin’?” I whispered it as I kept heading south, tongue stroking between her cheeks so I could give a nice little lap to her sweet, puckered hole.

Salem gasped then pushed back.

A chuckle rumbled out as I fully pushed back to standing. Dropping my towel from my waist, I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a condom. I rolled it on quick. I pressed her chest farther against the mattress so she was completely bent over.

Damn, she was a vision.

Perfection.

Complete annihilation.

I let my fingers wander to her drenched pussy, and I pressed two fingers deep inside, grumbled, “Tell me, Salem. Tell me you’re mine.”

Even if it was just for tonight, I needed to hear it.

Girl writhed and whimpered. “Jud.”

“Tell me.”

“Yes. I’m yours.”

I knew she didn’t mean to be. Neither of us had anticipated this.

It didn’t matter. She was never going to forget me.

I grabbed the base of my dick and lined myself up with her pussy, nearly passed out all over again when I nudged my head just inside, as I slowly, slowly kept jutting deeper and deeper.

Way the girl squirmed and gasped and sucked for air as I stretched her wide, almost too snug to fit.

My cock filled her up, and her walls throbbed around me.

Swore, the ground started to shake.

I took her by the hips and started to move, driving in and out of her perfect cunt.

View itself had me wanting to come.

“You’re perfect, darlin’. So good.” Didn’t try to keep it from spilling from my mouth. Not when it was the truth. This girl who’d invaded my world and made it feel like something else.

“Don’t stop,” she demanded incoherently, then she yelped when I picked her up and tossed her onto her back on the bed.

A giggle rolled up her throat before those eyes were sweeping over me as I stood there for a beat, just looking at this girl laid out before me.

That feeling lit in my veins.

Need.

Possession.

Girl was nothing but a siren.

Black-fuckin’-magic.

Because what she had me feeling wasn’t possible.

I crawled onto my knees on the bed, and I reached out and dragged her close, put her ankles on my shoulders and drove in deep.

I picked up a rigid, hard pace.

Her hips arched farther from the bed, hair thrashing around her gorgeous face, those tits bouncing with every thrust.

“Think I’m done for, baby.” My thumb swirled around her swollen clit. She cursed, shouted my name as her orgasm raced through her body, squeezing me tight, girl heaving for a breath as I slowed to give her a breather.

Then I started to swirl my finger on her swollen clit again.

Surprise filled her face. “I don’t think…”

But she was trailing off when I shifted angles and pressed down on her lower belly so I could rub that sweet spot inside her with the head of my dick.

Clearly, she liked it a lot.

Way her head began to thrash as I wound her up all over again.

But the real problem here was how much I liked her, how my chest tightened when another orgasm ripped through her tight, perfect body.

I dropped down to my elbows and gathered her up, moved in and out, my hips thrusting between those lush thighs. My spirit got tangled with the pleasure that burned at the base of my spine and tightened my balls in a fist.

I kissed her when I came, devoured her as bliss went streaking through my veins.

I slumped to my side and pulled her against me after, and my fingers found their way into her hair, and I stared over at her as she stared back at me.

There was a feeling deep in my chest that I was pretty sure I wouldn’t ever be rid of.

“Magic,” I murmured low.

“Magic,” she whispered back.

Peace billowed around us for the longest time, the only sounds our breaths and our hearts and the retreating storm. Finally, I opened my mouth, and I asked something I’d been wanting to ask her all along. “What is it you want, Salem? What in this life do you want most?”

“I want Juni to be safe. I want to stop running. I want a home.”





TWENTY-THREE





JUD





Jud stumbled in his tracks when he saw Marcello push from the car he was leaned against in the parking lot of Iron Ride. Jud rushed a hand through his hair, half inclined to run, half inclined to grab his gun.

Take out the deviant before he became a threat.

Because Jud would never return to that life.

Because there was the past Jud was afraid would haunt him forever standing out in the snow-covered lot in Redemption Hills. A place this man should never be, should never show his face.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jud grunted, hating that he was caught unaware. Being caught unaware in his past life meant you were dead. But considering it was that life he was trying to separate himself from, he’d let down his guard.

Marcello tsked. “You seem surprised to see me.”

“I am. Had hoped to never see you again.”

Jud had ridden for Marcello and his crew more times than he could count. A guard. A sentry. A deprived warden protecting all the wrong things. How many times had Jud pulled the trigger in the name of the treaty that had been made between their families?